“Young Master Miao, I swear I didn’t know this was your private room. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have dared kick your door even with ten times the courage!”
“I heard my friend was taken here, so I acted rashly out of concern to save them.”
“Young Master Miao, please don’t take offence!”
Luo Zhi spoke like a grovelling lackey, utterly humiliated, his voice trembling, clearly terrified.
But who would’ve thought, despite Luo Zhi’s obvious submission, Young Master Miao from the Water Mirror Cave Heaven showed no mercy.
“Stop your nonsense. Cripple your cultivation, and I’ll spare your pathetic lives,” Young Master Miao said.
“What?”
At this, Luo Zhi and his group’s faces turned ashen.
“Young Master Luo, you’re a Second-Rank Heavenly Immortal, why are you so afraid of him?” Song Ge couldn’t help but ask.
“I… I…” Luo Zhi stammered, unsure how to respond.
“Song Ge, are you trying to get us killed? Don’t you know who this is?” Wang Lian said, pulling at Song Ge while secretly transmitting her voice.
“This is Miao Yu, his grandfather is the Grand Elder of the Water Mirror Cave Heaven.”
“And what is the Water Mirror Cave Heaven? It’s one of the strongest local sects in the Seven Suns Mountain Range.”
“Our Void-Piercing Monastery is nothing but a low-tier sect compared to them. Any elder from their sect could wipe us out.”
“Against someone like this, even Luo Zhi has no choice but to submit. Let’s get out of here, we can’t afford to get involved in this mess.”
Just then, Young Master Miao noticed Song Ge and Wang Lian.
Especially when he saw Song Ge, his eyes lit up like they were glowing.
“Are these two girls with you?” Young Master Miao asked Luo Zhi.
“Uh… yes, yes they are,” Luo Zhi replied.
“Alright then, leave the two girls behind, and you lot can scram,” Young Master Miao said.
“Fine, fine, fine.”
To everyone’s shock, Luo Zhi agreed to this outrageous demand without hesitation and turned to leave.
“Fine, my arse!”
But as he passed Chu Feng, Chu Feng swung his hand, landing a slap across Luo Zhi’s face.
The slap sent Luo Zhi sprawling to the floor, half his face swollen like a pig’s head.
“You… you dare hit me?” Luo Zhi clutched his face, staring at Chu Feng in disbelief.
He couldn’t fathom that a country bumpkin like Chu Feng would dare strike him!
But Chu Feng ignored Luo Zhi.
Instead, he walked to the centre of the private room, pulled over a chair, and sat down.
“Got some guts, daring to touch anyone,” Chu Feng said to Young Master Miao.
“What’s this guy doing?”
Not only were Luo Zhi, Wang Lian, and the others stunned, but even Young Master Miao’s people from the Water Mirror Cave Heaven looked baffled.
Almost no one had ever dared to act so brazenly in their presence.
“What are you staring at? Comfortable in his arms?” Chu Feng said to Li Chuchu, who was in Young Master Miao’s grasp.
“Oh!”
Li Chuchu snapped to her senses. Young Master Miao, stunned by Chu Feng’s actions, had loosened his grip, and she seized the chance to bolt toward the door.
“Where do you think you’re going? Get back here!” One of Young Master Miao’s lackeys rushed to drag Li Chuchu back.
“Scram!!!” Chu Feng raised his leg and kicked, sending the man flying.
The man hit the ground, blood streaming from his nose and mouth, nearly paralysed.
This kick was far harsher than the slap Chu Feng had given Luo Zhi.
But after this kick, Wang Lian, Luo Zhi, and the others were even more dumbfounded.
Chu Feng daring to hit Luo Zhi was one thing, but now… he was attacking someone from the Water Mirror Cave Heaven?
That was the Water Mirror Cave Heaven, one of the strongest forces in the Seven Suns Mountain Range!
“You bastard, who the hell are you, daring to touch my people?” Young Master Miao roared, furious, standing abruptly and releasing his First-Rank Heavenly Immortal pressure.
The pressure surged like thousands of ferocious beasts charging at Chu Feng.
“You still dare to come at me?”
“Lie down and stay put.”
But Chu Feng merely waved his arm through the air.
*Smack!* With a sharp sound, Young Master Miao, who had just stood, collapsed back to the ground.
His face, like Luo Zhi’s, swelled into a pig’s head, a bloody handprint—Chu Feng’s—etched across it.
“Insane, he’s insane!!!”
Seeing Chu Feng strike even Young Master Miao, Wang Lian and the others weren’t shocked by his strength but by his actions.
In their eyes, Chu Feng’s behaviour was suicidal, the kind of thing only a madman would do.
“Young Master Miao, this guy’s not with us, he’s got nothing to do with us!”
“Young Master Miao, take your revenge on him, but please don’t don’t drag us!”
Someone even dropped to their knees, kowtowing and begging Young Master Miao.
It was one of Luo Zhi’s companions.
Not just him, others soon followed, desperately distancing themselves from Chu Feng.
Even Wang Lian spoke up, claiming she didn’t know Chu Feng.
They were terrified that Young Master Miao’s retaliation would implicate them.
“You lot really opened my eyes,” Chu Feng said, watching those who knelt and begged to disassociate from him, a wry smile on his face.
He’d seen spineless people before, but never ones this pathetic.
He was the one who hit people, and these folks had nothing to do with it.
Yet they were scared out of their wits, truly cowardly to the core.
“Shut the hell up!” A sudden roar came from Young Master Miao.
Fuming, Young Master Miao looked ready to burst into flames.
“You bastard, you dare hit me? Do you know who I am? Do you have any idea who I am?” he bellowed at Chu Feng.
